Cheth's male half leans forward, resting his chin on his clasped hands. The female half turns to him, holding the wine bottle contemplatively. Phaedra leans forward as well, her arms wrapped around herself. She looks... curious.
With the most serious face he's ever worn - his eyes fiercely direct, and not a fang in sight - Cheth speaks:
Cheth: If this relic is not put to use before year's end... the Candlelight Sea will NEVER be healed.
Phaedra looks incredulous. She glances off to the side. Then glances back.